Ruined Mons#4:


Located in the Sinitta region, The town of Exploud falls is an all Pokemon community nestled in the Garbodor valley. Which lay deep within the Whismur mountains, & was surrounded by the Sprawling Loudred Forest. While the forest was infamous for the collection of trailers filled with Trash-Mon’s (Pokemon that started normal but for a plethora of reasons evolved into disgusting poison type forms of their normal evolutions.) That dotted its eastern half. The forest's western half, while not as well known, was full of cozy cottages & pokemon that lived a simpler life, a natural life in tune with nature. This is where our story takes place.
Forced to keep the Whiscash splash waterpark closed for the season thanks to a Kyogre infestation, Garbodor decided he could use a change of scenery. Packing his bags & locking his dumpster up-tight, Garbodor rented himself a nice cabin in the small Hamlet of Petalville in the Loudred forest. Moving in & getting settled rather quickly, Garbodor relaxed, unwound, & enjoyed his favorite hobby, Mon watching.
Across the street from the rental cabin was a small house with a thatched roof, big bay windows, & wholly covered in flowers. Occupied by a Lilligant & her daughter Petilil, the cabin oozed warmth, happiness, & a zest for life. Garbodor planned to change all that. Having felt the cottage's positivity the moment he entered the Hamlet, Garbodor chose to rent the closest cabin possible to easily observe what he had to work with. As it turned out, on nearly every nice day, Petilil, the daughter went for a lovely walk in the woods. For Garbodor, this was perfect. Acting like a bumbling tourist, Garbodor observed the route Petilil’s walks took, taking pictures of flowers & nature so him following her would not seem suspicious.
For two weeks Garbodor did this, gaining the reputation as a kind, bumbling old Mon on vacation. In reality, he made himself the furthest thing from a suspect, figured out Petilil’s route inside & out, & taught himself to move silently & undetectably through the forest as he did in an urban environment. Once he believed himself to be ready, there was only one last thing to do, wait. 
Waking up to bright sunlight streaming onto her face, Petilil woke up with a stretch & a yawn, climbing out of bed while scratching her ass. Taking a quick shower, brushing her teeth, & getting dressed, Petilil made her way into the kitchen where her mom was already making breakfast. Giving her mom a quick hug & kiss, Petilil tucked into a steaming plate of Bacon, eggs, & pancakes. Finishing breakfast in short order, Petilil set about doing her chores, opening the windows to let in air, doing the dishes from breakfast, & watering all the flowers. The entire time Petilil was outside, tending to the flowers, she could swear it felt like something or some Mon was watching her but each time she looked around no Mon was there or not paying her any particular amount of attention at least. Once, Petilil thought she saw the curtains on Mr.Garbodors cabin rustle closed, but figured it must have been her imagination. Returning to her flowers, Petilil failed to realize that “Mr. Garvodor'' had been watching her the entire time.
Finishing her chores by early afternoon, Petilil informed her mom of as much & told her she was going for a walk, getting the typical be safe from her mom, Petilil rolled her eyes, & left the house. setting off down her well-worn path through the forest. Unaware Garbodor was moving silently behind her.
Enjoying her leisurely stroll, Petilil smelled the flowers, waved hi to anyone she saw, & generally had a grand Ol' time. Distracted by what she was doing, Petilil did not sense that she was being watched/followed, nor the amount of danger she was in. Gliding through the trees like a phantom in the night, Garbodor followed Petilil, waiting for the perfect time to make his move. That time came when Petilil crossed a small stream & entered a dese, old-growth thicket. The thicket was completely entombed from the top & sides, save for the path, & was far enough out of the way that Garbodor could say that he & Petilil were the only sentient Mon's in the area with some confidence. Enjoying her walk immensely, Petilil was having a great day, breakfast was good, her chores were easy, & it was beautiful out. Nearing the center of the thicket, Petilil stopped to admire the small waterfall that created the little creek she crossed to get here. It was such a pretty waterfall, crystal blue & creating a Rainbow as it splashed on the rocks below. Shame more Mon's did not come to see it. It was the kind of sight that made you think nothing bad could happen while something this beautiful existed in the world. A moment later a stench so horrific it made her gag washed over Petilil. Assuming something was dead & rotting in the brush behind her, Petilil whipped around quickly, only to find herself face to crotch with a massive Garbodor. Backing up quickly, Petilil realized she was looking at Mr. Garbodor. Wondering what he was doing out this far, Petilil almost issued a greeting until she looked into his eyes.
While Garbodor's expression was calm, His eyes betrayed the hunger within, an evil hunger that sought to defile all that is good, to sully all that is pure, to violate all that is innocent, & all that hunger was directed at Petilil. Not wanting him to be ready for her, Petilil faked left, then darted hard right, trying to get around Garbodor & back down the trail. Petilil remembered rumors about the awful things Garbodor had done throughout history & she didn’t want to find out if they were true. For a moment Petilil was home free, having successfully made it around Garbodor & back on the path, then a large hand grabbed her leg. Tripping & landing on the soft ground, Petilil twisted in the vice-like grip to see Garbodor reeling in his extended arm. For Garbodor, the kicking & screaming Mon caught in his grip represented an exciting opportunity. He had never had a grass type before & was interested to see what his dick full of toxins & chemicals would do to her.
His arm now fully back in place, Garbodor stared down at his catch in excitement & bemusement. Normally, he liked to choke his victims with his vile dick before moving onto the main event. But for the life of him, he couldn't tell if she had a mouth, despite the good awful noise she was making & the fact she, you know, ate things. Staring up in fear & horror at Garbodor, Petilil could barely breathe through her choking sobs as she gagged on his odor. Not sure how things could get much worse, Petilil's blood ran cold as Garbodor spread her legs, & his cock, which had to be at least 3ft long, began to stiffen. Deciding to skip the face fuck, Garbodor grabbed her other leg, spread her legs (despite her thrashing), & ripped off the white tights she was wearing. Why Petilil chose to go tromping through the forest in white tights of all things, Garbodor would never understand. Mon’s these days.
Looking down at Petilil's exposed, forest-green, pussy sent Garbodor, from interested to "hard as steel" in a second flat & his reservation about the lack of face fuck evaporated faster than his victim's hopes & dreams. As Petilil's favorite leggings were torn from her body, her blood went from "cold" to "freeze-dried" as Garbodor's cock extended to full mask. Definitely 3ft long, Garbodor’s dick was covered in studs & ended in a massive studded knot the size of a mango. Remembering the poison type chapter in biology class, Petilil knew that a Garbodor’s dick coursed with biological toxins & was made of garbage & chemical waste. But Mr. Garbodor could not be serious about using it on her right? Petigil thought there was no way it could fit, how wrong she was. Swelling his body so Petilil lay on a slab of garbage flesh a bit below crotch level. Garbodor began to poke Petilil’s terrified pussy with the tip of bulbous dark green cock head, each jab causing Petilil to wince & whine as it burned like acid against her sensitive skin. 
Scared shitless now, Petilil felt like a white-hot poker had jabbed her lady-bits every time Garbodor’s dick touched her. Still sure it would never fit, Petilil (still wincing & whining) was dismayed as Garbodor’s tip began making prolonged contact with her tiny entrance, acrid smoke rising into the air. The smell of her searing plant flesh added to the host of odors assaulting Petilil’s sinuses.  She almost forgot about Garbodor for a moment, until… With a triumphant cry, Garbodor began sliding his vile cock into Petilil’s poor plant pussy. The reason for the prolonged contact beforehand? Simple, Garbodor knew that once he was in, his dick would mold & shape itself to stretch Petilil plant pussy without using brute force, minimizing the risks of tearing or another injury. It was a good day when he learned that trick. The only issue was getting it in itself. Since Garbodor’s victims had all been mammals to that point he had never encountered a pussy as small & tight as Petilil’s. But due to his jabs, Garbodor realized that where his dick struck, Petilil’s pussy browned & sagged as if its muscular grip had weakened. So by holding his dick against her entrance, Garbodor loosened Petilil enough to finally slip it in.
For a moment Petilil felt like she had a molten rod of the sun inside her as Garbodor’s cock burned its way deeper inside but the pain diminished, & Petilil began to feel numb. The venom pores on Garbodor’s dick had started to kick in, the toxin they produced numbing Petilil’s pain & keeping her still as it did all his other victims. Glad his toxins were finally kicking in, Garbodor pushed on until he hit a barrier. Seeing the outline of Garbodor's dick come to a halt, Petilil tried to resume struggling, tried to somehow break Garbodors grip on her legs & pull herself off his cock. It was futile. To Petilil's horror, her lower body would not respond at all & no amount of pounding her small fists against Garbodor would loosen his grip. Trying to think of a new plan, Petilil gasped as a white-hot lightning-bolt of pain cut through the numbness & seared across her brain. Garbodor had broken her hymen & stolen her virginity. Having broken through the barrier like rice paper, Garbodors dick continued deeper into Petilil, bulging further out against her stomach with each inch.
Eventually, Garbodor reached her cervix, but instead of stopping, his dick began to coil. Feeling more & more of Garbodor's dick penetrate her, Petilil stared down her body in terrified fascination as Garbodors dick continued to slide it, despite having reached her maximum depth already. Eventually, to Petilil's horror, all that remained outside her body was his monstrous knot. Staring down at Petilil, Garbodor could see the fear in her eyes as she stared at his massive knot. Personally, Garbodor wondered how afraid she would be when she realized that her pussy, crotch, & inner thighs had turned brown & mushy. That was a question for later though, so Garbodor returned his attention to the knot. Smiling & shaking his head yes, Garbodor was delighted when Petilil shook her head no. For about a minute this went on, this 1950's back & forth comedy press the button-don’t press the button head-shaking, but Garbodor tired of his own game quickly, so with a solid thrust of his hips, plunged his knot into Petilil. 
If her hymen was terrible then this was 10 times worse. Wondering if somehow the numbing had worn off, Petilil felt her body & pussy stretch beyond anything she thought possible, sending wave & wave of searing pain across her brain. The tightness only served to excite him more, Garbodor unleashed a few shots of boiling pre into Petilil, but between his numbing toxins & the burning knot, she failed to notice. Adjusting himself for comfort, Garbodor began to move, slowly pulling out his knot & dick from Petilil, their many studs yanking & scraping away at her insides & vulva. Once only the tip remained inside, Garbodor slowly inserted himself back in, the studs continuing their sinister scraping. Doing this about a dozen times, Garbodor widened Petilil’s pussy until his dick could move in & out freely without accidentally snagging something or getting stuck. Like the precum, the process should have been painful, but thanks to her lower body being numbed to the point of paralysis & the pain of the knot setting the bar for what hurts. Petilil continued to pound her tiny fists against Garbodor’s body, completely unaware of what he did to her insides.
Finally satisfied with the pussy, Garbodor, having shown great restraint (For him) up to this point, began to fuck Petilil like a wild Mon in quadruple heat. Slamming Petilil with all the force he could muster, Garbodor whipped himself into a mating frenzy & fucked Petilil without care or restraint. Being furiously shaken back & forth, Petilil’s body was a blur of motion thanks to Garbodor’s blistering speed & it was all she could do to keep conscious, much less scream or struggle to escape. As they fucked, Garbodor’s dick continued to ruin Petilil’s insides, searing them as it did her body, turning them into the same brown mush. Making sure to hit her cervix with every thrust, Garbodor’s goal was to weaken it, create spots where it was vulnerable so that his sperm could breakthrough & claim the treasure within. Continuing to fuck for hours, Garbodor was sure Petilil’s absence was noticed by now, & at minimum, her mother was out looking for her, but he was not worried. The part of the forest they were in was uninhabited & no Mon (besides the two of them ever went out this far). As for following her tracks, her route followed the hundreds of other hiking trails leading out of the village before splitting off in its own direction. Based on all this, Garbodor believed it would take a rescue team to find them out here & with night quickly approaching he made the reasonable assumption that it would take until morning for an official rescue to be launched. So he was sure he had plenty of time to do as he pleased. 
Turns out Garbodor would not need that time though, he had been pent up for weeks & Petilil was just too warm & tight for him to hold back any longer. Slamming his hips against hers & holding tight, Garbodor let out a primal howl & Petilil screamed as his dick unleashed gallons of its toxic “Liquid fire” into her pussy. His knot serving as a stopper to keep everything inside, Garbodor watched Petilil swell like an overwatered flower, her body rapidly browning & wilting. Inside Petilil, Garbodors “Toxic Sperm” raced up her ruined pussy & slammed into her cervix like waves against a storm wall. Again & again Petilil’s rapidly rotting cervix was pounded by Garbodor’s burning cum. The scratches created by his dick proved to be the cervix’s downfall as Garbodor’s “Toxic sperm” burned through those weekend spots & forced their way into Petilil’s womb where an Ova swam.
Swimming around carefree & having a great time, the Ova was unaware of just how much danger it was in. Having been told to stay inside that day by the ovaries, the Ova thought she knew better. It was a beautiful day in the womb, what bad thing could happen? So the Ova snuck out & had a great time. Then Garbodor’s swimmers arrived. Finally noticing Garbodor’s “Toxic Sperm” the Ova tried to run, tried to flee the poison filling the womb. It was useless. The sperm bum-rushed the Ova, slamming into it like the cervix, smashing through her defenses & forcing their way inside. Reaching the Ova’s nucleus & DNA, the sperm exploded into clouds of spores that infected the Ova. Rapidly growing & taking over the Ova, the spores began corrupting it, twisting & mutating it into a horrific infected abomination. As the Ova sank into the uterine wall & her mind was rapidly shredded by the spores, her last thought before sinking into darkness was to curse herself for sneaking out.
It took nearly 15 minutes for Garbodor’s orgasm to end. By that time Petilil was so bloated she nearly passed out. She could tell something was wrong but lacked the strength to move her head to find out. Once it was finished, Garbodor gave a satisfied sigh, smiled as he looked down at the ruined mess of a Mon stuck on his dick & got ready to pull out. Before he could though, the smell of ozone filled the air & Petilil began to glow silver.


One year later: The once crystal blue creek that ran on the outskirts of Petalville had become a rancid brown mess, full of muck, slop, & reeking of sewage & death. This puzzled residents because there had been no signs of mud or rockslides that could be pushing dirt into the creek. A theory was suggested that some Mon or some company was dumping waste into the creek somewhere upstream but, like with the rockslides idea, there was no evidence to suggest it. Following the creek upstream half a mile until it entered an impassible bramble revealed no signs of illegal activity or foul play. So the residents of Petalville went back to their daily lives, hoping their creek would eventually return to normal.
While the brambles were indeed impassible, if one were to follow the main cluster of hiking trails for about a mile then turn left onto a footpath into the woods. Then head in the direction of the stream, said Mon would find a pass between the brambles, thanks to two large rocks forming an arch. Behind the brambles though, that’s where things get interesting. All the vegetation begins to look wrong, subtle things at first, some oddly shaped flowers some weird black spots on trees. But after another mile or so it was like stepping into a new world. Twisted black trees, unrecognizable as any know species, flowers & fruits that appeared to be pregnant, the ground becoming a rancid smelling bog, with vents pumping rancid odors into the air. But by far the worst thing was the stillness. Nothing moved in this place, the wind did not blow, the insects did not hum, & there was not a wild Mon to be seen. It was as if this part of the forest had been abandoned, left to rot.
Continue to follow the dirty creek deeper into this evil place, one would eventually reach a spot where they had to ford the creek to continue into a dense thicket. Darker & more twisted than anywhere else in the forest, the thicket stank like a sewer & clouds of decaying swamp gas hung into the air. Heading about halfway down the footpath through the thicket, one would find the source of the creek, a waterfall coming down from a pond, high up on a cliff. Surprisingly the waterfall itself looked rather clean, not the crystal blue it used to be thanks to the stuff floating in the air but in general, it looked ok. It was when it hit the rocks in the pool below that the problem formed. A neon green slime spilled into the pool in the form of a small stream that flowed down a bare track of rotten earth. Contacting the water, this slime turned it mud brown, gave its horrific smell, & made it toxic before it even entered the creek. Following this slime stream to its source, one would find a rotten & bloated, disgusting parody of  Lilligant.
Pain surged through Petilil’s body as her every cell, every atom was torn to shreds & reassembled, the entire process took less than a minute but when Petilil passed out 10 seconds in, it felt like a dozen lifetimes had passed. Having shielded his eyes from the sliver light that lit up the thicket, Garbodor looked down at the girl still stuck on his dick once the process ended & smiled. Pulling her off his dick with a sicking squelch, Garbodor stored his prize in his body cavity before making his way back to Petalville, swift & silent like a shadow in the dark.
Making his way back to his cabin & into the earthen root cellar, Garbodor did have to skirt some search parties along the way but they were unorganized & sloppy, proving his theory that the rescue teams would not start until morning. Releasing the new Lilligant from his body, Garbodor sprayed her with rage power to awaken her & waited until her senses returned to conduct his test. Once Lilligant was staring at him with pain & confusion in her eyes, Garbodor took her ripped leggings & used them as dick rag, rendering them unsalvagable. As he hoped anger flared in Lilligant’s eyes at his actions. Proof that her awareness & mental capacity remained. With that taken care of, Garobor moved onto stage two. For two weeks he incessantly fucked Lilligant, pumping her full of cum, & drugs from the needles in his finger tubes. Garbodor not only further warped her body but ruined her mind. Making her crave sex, decay, & rot, no matter how much she did not want it. By the time Garbodor was done, Lilligant was a disgusting mess that would ruin & infect the world around her, no matter how hard she tried not to. To him it was magnificent.
Once he was finished with Lilligant, Garbodor erased her mind from getting up on the day of his attack to now & released her back into the community in the middle of the night. In the morning the paper delivery Mon found her. Unable to be identified by even DNA records, thanks to Garbodor. Lilligant was only identified as the missing Petilil by the few details she could remember & point out about her former life. So her mom came & took her home where they tried to live a normal life, for about two weeks. It seemed ok at first, Lilligant was slowly coming around, her ruined mind freeing itself from the haze it was trapped in. But then Garbodors changes began to set in. All the plants in the house began to warp & change due to the spores coming off Lilligant, mushrooms & weeds sprouted everywhere. Then the cravings set in. At first, it was small, nagging feelings, but soon it turned into a massive burning desire for fucking & breeding, Lilligant did not want to do it but her body craved it & the strange swelling in her abdomen only added to her problems.
Lilligant’s mom, Lilligant, tried to help her daughter, tried to pretend her daughter’s changes did not bother her but it was pretty obvious. The happiness & warmth coming from the home had diminished greatly & most of the plants had been taken down, due to their new look. Lilligant was unaware her daughter knew all of this, of course, she would never tell her daughter she was making her life miserable. But Lilligant knew. So two weeks after she returned, Lilligant, her body burning for sex, waddled away into the forest, intent on freeing her mom from her burden. Waddling all night, Lilligant made her way back to the only place in the forest her ruined mind could remember, the thicket clearing at the creek’s source. Their Lilligant stayed, polluting & ruining the land she loved so much, turning it into the same toxic & disgusting mess she was.
Sitting or standing (it was impossible to tell with her anymore), in front of a tree, one might mistake Lilligant for a statue. But taking a closer look one would notice her eyes following you & the movement in her gravid belly. A year giving into the carnal, gluttonous desires Garbodor instilled within her had not been kind to Lilligant. Thanks to Garbodor her colors were faded & bleached & every fluid a Lilligant’s normally produces, fluids to promote healthy plant growth, were transformed into toxins. Beyond that, Lilligant’s weight had skyrocketed, the thin body of a normal Lilligant replaced with a doughy blob of rancid fat. The front petal of her three-petal dress had fallen off completely & the other two had been pushed far to the sides to make room for her gravid stomach, swollen with her third pregnancy. Her once flat chest sported two massive boobs filled with fat, each day Lilligant would spend hours fingering them, causing her obese titties to spray a green slime that smelled like swamp rot. Finally, the flawless skin the Lilligant’s were famous for had begun growing weeds, mushroom, & mold. Further solidifying the fact she was rotten inside & out. Absorbing Nutrients from the ground & constantly fucking the tree roots she controlled. The only time Lilligant moved anymore was when she laied down so her bloated, disgusting, rotten pussy could push out her latest baby. For most Mon’s this would be a living hell. But thanks to Garbodor, as Lilligat sat there, growing ever fatter as her body & mind continued to rot & rot the world her, Lilligant had never been happier.